There once was a twisted boy
Who lived a sickened life,
The twisted boy grew up in a twisted home,
with a twisted family,
this is the story of how that boy was wicked.
This twisted boy,
lifed in a twisted house,
until he found a twisted book.
The twisted little book slowly opened to those twisted little words.
The little boy began to read the story of the famous twisted man.
'There once was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile,
He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse
And they all lived together in that little crooked house,
He met a crooked woman and he found a crooked preach
They had a crooked marriage on a little crooked beach.
They had some crooked children and they lived a crooked life.
The crooked man, the cat, the mouse, the children and the wife.
They were happy for a number of crookedly long years.
Lived of life of crooked happiness, with no worries and no fears.
Until one day the crooked wife upset the crooked man
He yelled a crooked yell he hit her and then he ran.
The crooked man came again at the stroke of twelve.
That was when their crooked life became a living hell.
There was a crooked man, he walked a crooked mile.
And when he killed his wife and child he smiled a crooked smile.'
The twisted boy now filled with joy,
became the crooked man,
That older crooked man became the boogeyman
the crooked man gathered up his things and ran.
To a new crooked little town and a crooked little house.
Sadly though there was no cat nor mouse.
The crooked man failed his plan.
The crooked man found a crooked woman at last at last but he didn't have any crooked children,
'i can, i can' The crooked man would whisper on those little crooked days. Where his crooked plan began to fade. Finally the crooked man had a crooked child, one that was far too wild for the crooked man to handle. A second child much milder than the first. Last but not least there was a third who was rather absurd but none the less the crooked man loved them all. The crooked man smiled and remembered the day he first aspired to just like the real crooked man from that twisted book.
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Once upon a time there was a crooked man, who had a crooked family and only time would tell what was ahead but all he knew was that his family was dead. The crooked man stabbed his crooked wife with a crooked little knife and he watched her as she bled out that red liquid that once made him twisted...
